The film room was silent, save for the hum of the projector and the soft click of the remote in Kyle's hand. On the screen, a lanky, fluid guard for the Oklahoma City Blue was dismantling a defense with a combination of shifty handles and unnervingly accurate passing.
"Tyson Mitchell," Mason Tibbs said, peering over his glasses at his own tablet. "Undrafted out of Gonzaga. Leads the G League in assists. Smooth. Deceptively quick. He's their engine."
Kyle froze the film. Mitchell was caught mid-crossover, his eyes not on his defender, but scanning the entire court. It was a familiar sight. It was the look of a player who saw the game not as a series of one-on-one battles, but as a geometric puzzle.
"He sees the language," Kyle murmured, more to himself than to Mason.
"He's on a two-way, but OKC is stacked at guard. Rumor is they're giving him a long look for a roster spot next year. A big showing here could seal it."
